All around

dream are like the wind they will blow by, the small ones are breezes but they go by too
when dreams make life ends, then dreams are gone life is gone 2
haunted by melancholy, that does not have a reflection
i know i'm not alone, other must feel the way i do
listening to the night, all the possibilities of life
all roads lead here, i was never going anywhere else all lead here
having a drink by myself in the cold outside, wishing there was sumbody to talk to
sand is crystal like the soul, the wind blows it away there is no diferent
between moon and sky, complete strangers all away
lives seeing darkness from eyes, that should see light from sun
dont ever forget the flowers, that were rejected made fool of between song
what courage to walk again like down on the floor, all those who live after we dead
we knew this moment we were here, i'm only me switch totally laugh to serious
pause between words, i been there before
everywhere when u dont understand, what sumbody is talking about
the energy that separates spring from summer, her voice singing sounds
just like an angelic knife cutting through me, i have been awake all night
hanging out dont come home, asleep before the sun rises
the street is a pillow, the cloth are blankets the dawn is my bed
i go for days at a time, feel as if i'm lost way home
waiting leads to an avalance of other words, like waiting for sum1
looking casually through dictionary, i cant find the word it not there
does that mean the word not exist at all
i think i left shoe at home, cause i wearing nothing to go walk
her doest want to talk to me anymore, i think that her is not totally aware
that i alone at the streets, her thinks as i silently travel down
and get ooff at the bottom floor, that we are going separate ways
everything shines like black jade, is million miles away shining
the night is half gone, youth goes as i go older
the distances of loneliness, make the fourth dimension seem like the black hole
wondering should i leave a message, at the desk that i will return call
but who i should call make myself thinking
look at the window down the narrow path between me
gone in a few seconds only have the memory in me, have been changed into permanent
the actresses without ther makeup, their costumes their roles are returned to being mortals
speaking and hearing, the next word is uninstallable
of course u done lot to me and be my good friend
at one point i told u to consider me dead, that i dead for u from that moment on
took ur hand and touched my hand with it to make it all away
u silently nodded ur head eyes filled with sadness, the sadness in ur eyes did all the speaking
miles and hour i ranted and raved at u, u didt say a word only sadness fill the background
that had no words printed on them, only the dried tears of the dead
by the time reached, my anger had turned slowly
and was headed in all directions, toward a deserved oblivion
i took ur hand and touched my hand again, i'm alive for u the warmth has returned to my flesh
beautiful human being for sharing, and understanding my death
i just sit beside her, seemed tired and ate dinner slowly painfully
it was sad to watch her eat, i was worried about that
forgetting that because of me, her suffer several pains i bought
ppl stare at me there are millions of them, why it so strange walking the streets of early night
carrying a broken clock, cause i dont want to know what time now
ppl stare at me and the broken clock, that i carry like a dream in my hands
i want to fly away, but my flight would leave
travelling along a freeway in city, it is amazing how many ppl u meet
when u are carrying a broken clock around, trying to get an exact replacement for it
the clock was far beyond repair
fish rise in the early summer evenings, on the niagara fall river
the fish will rise there forever, but that is another story
it was beautiful there and we staggered around
in the trees and bushes until light started
we were very funny and then, we were lying sprawled in a small meadow
of gentle green grass that was sweet
that make me transformed into a child learning
for the 1st time that shadows are not alwaz friendly
that houses are haunted that ppl sumtimes have thoughts
toward the innocence of sleeping babies
inside a large stuffed red chair that so beautiful
it took a long time before i realized that, there were suit to the babies
feeling every detail of their passion, after decadence like a rainbow of perversion
i cant describe them all, it would have trouble believing them
sitting here awkwardly alone, with a intelligent speak english
we know each other but there nobody to translate for us
we talked before now we pretend to be interested in other things
her is listening to some music on the other side
i'm writing this down all alone and keep think bout time to go away
i found the word having written sideways all by myself, on a piece of notebook in phone
i have no idea why i wrote it or what its ultimate destination was
but i wrote the word having carefully and then stopped writing
sleep without sleep, then sleep again without sleeping
i like this fast track, racing through the dark streets
as if life had no meaning, i feel the same way
i'm a part of it, i'm total but there is also a possibility
that i'm only a fraction of it, i'm that which begins
but has no beginning, i'm full of fool things
as these story progress, can i guess what will happen next
waiting and waiting, nothing else to do
her is now late, i have feeling that it will be so late
now i gone away, nothing has changed except that her is here
cannot be refastened, and life flow through it again
our tears never totally dry, our kiss is now a ghost
moves like a ghost, that is not alive anymore
empties the ashtrays, with no human expression
the water in the river, flows over and under itself
it knows what to do flowing on, and never touches bottom...